Zhuge Qinglin looked at Liu Jingxuan's back, silent, and stood for a long time. Everyone in the courtyard dispersed, but she remained motionless in the courtyard. At this time, her heart was surging, and she was not as quiet and arrogant as she appeared on the surface. Liu Jingxuan's words were still lingering in her ears at this time, impacting her mind again and again. She always acted in her own way, and never minded the likes and dislikes of others. She has never explored the joys and sorrows of life, even if she has laughed and scolded, and shed tears of sadness. She never had a goal, she never had a pursuit. Although the calligraphy and painting of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are extraordinary, they are famous in Liangchuan. But she wasn't very deliberate. In her opinion, it was a hobby, or a life. Her flying snow swordsmanship is superb, and her internal skills are perfect, but it is only a silent struggle against her father. She does not believe in the doctrine of the saints, let alone the legend of loyalty and patriotism, filial piety and righteousness. She only believes that people are the same as ants, and she seeks fame and fortune. At least that's how his father survived.

The corners of Zhuge Qinglin's mouth were slightly hooked, and a trace of coldness appeared on his face: "Selling fame and reputation." ”

The jade rabbit rises in the east, and the cold night is lonely. Xiao Rang, who was in the East Cross Courtyard, couldn't sleep. This old man, who has always fallen asleep as soon as he dips his pillow, has been playing with Liu Jingxuan's words in Jingxian Academy during the day. His face grew more and more solemn.

On the seventh day of March, although the north wind brought a chill to Yangzhou City. But the weeping willows by the lake have spit out new green, and everything has quietly shown a piece of life. The sun is no longer so pale, the birdsong streaks across the sky, and spring has finally arrived.

The water on the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal is murmuring, and a big ship is fluttering and about to land. The big ship finally docked at Zhuyu Bay, and more than 20 people on board stepped off the gangplank. The first person is a white-haired old man, with fluttering green clothes and a graceful demeanor. Behind is a red-haired Taoist man, dressed in gossip fairy clothes, eagle-nosed harrier eyes, and tall. It makes people look at it without anger and self-authority. Everyone behind him has different appearances, but they are all majestic and murderous.

There was a middle-aged man fishing quietly in Zhuyu Bay, and he was not surprised when he looked at everyone. The old man at the head stepped forward, bowed his hand to the angler, and asked with a smile: "This friend, may I ask how to go to Yangzhou Mansion?"

The middle-aged man raised his head, looked the old man up and down, and then said slowly: "You can reach it ten miles to the southwest." With that, continue fishing.

Seeing that the angler was so disdainful, the red-haired Dao Chang opened his bloody eyes and said in a cold voice: "We are strangers and are not familiar with this place. Can you bother the fisherman to take me away, and when I get to the city, I will definitely not treat you badly. ”

The angler glanced at the red-haired Taoist and shook his head: "Yangzhou City is only ten miles away from here, you can wait to reach it with your legs, why bother going down." I am a man of the mountains and wilderness, and I don't care about the reward you are waiting for. ”

The red-haired Dao Chang raised his eyebrows in flames, and suddenly stepped forward, reaching out his right hand and grabbing the angler.

The angler couldn't help but be surprised, and a harrier rolled over and jumped out of the way. scolded: "Demon Dao, you dare to spread wild here!"

With that, the angler pulled out a tiger-tailed three-section stick from his waist and smashed it at the red-haired Taoist.

The red-haired Taoist snorted coldly, stepped forward, and slapped the angler's right shoulder. This trick is like a lightning speed, and the angler is surprised at first sight. When there was no room for it, the angler lay down on the spot, turned around and whipped the red-haired Taoist with a stick. The red-haired Taoist flashed the head of the stick, stretched out his right hand to grasp the middle of the three-section stick, and pointed to the angler's eyes with his left hand. I only heard a few clear whistles of "whoosh", and a few cold stars rushed straight to the face of the red-haired Taoist. The red-haired Taoist hurriedly let go of his right hand, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and collected the little cold stars in his robe. The angler was so frightened by this time that he dragged the tiger's tail and galloped south. I don't want fishing rods or baskets.

The red-haired Taoist was about to chase after him, but he heard the white-haired old man led by him cough with phlegm: "Immortal Chief, don't chase it." We still have important things to do, so don't delay here. After speaking, he slowly walked southwest.

Although the red-haired Taoist was still a little angry with Nanping, he still followed the white-haired old man.

When the group entered Yangzhou Mansion, they were immediately attracted by the prosperous scene of Yangzhou City. Although this Yangzhou city is not large, the streets are wide and the business is prosperous. There is an endless stream of people coming and going, and the cars and horses are sparkling. Men, women and children are all beaming, with a thriving atmosphere.

The white-haired old man led everyone forward slowly, and finally came to a restaurant called "Drunken Immortal Residence". The white-haired old man smiled at the people behind him and asked, "How about we rest here?"

Everyone nodded, and the group slowly walked up to the second floor.

Now that the hour has just passed, more than half of the people sitting on the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Residence have come to listen to the story of Ink Cloud. Today's ink cloud is about the story of the eight Belle Yinxu in the capital who held a Laba banquet and invited the world's heroes to show their skills. The crowd didn't notice the group of people coming up from downstairs.

The white-haired old man found a place by the window and sat down, and the rest of the people sat down one after another. The man hurriedly stepped forward to wipe the table and asked the guest master what he wanted to order. The white-haired old man and the others quickly ordered the food and drinks, and the man finished making tea for everyone, and trotted straight to the kitchen.

Ink cloud storytelling, which is famous in Yangzhou City. He challenged Murong Changqing from Hou Jian of the Eagle Claw Gate, and talked straight to Nangong Weiman's defeat of Zhuge Qinglin. I saw that he was full of emotion, dancing with his hands, and foaming at the mouth of his mouth. Speaking of the highlights, the people on the second floor let out "babbling, shouting" from time to time. Even the white-haired old man and his men could hear it.

After a while, the food and drinks were on the table. The white-haired old man said to a middle-aged man in his right hand about forty: "This storyteller is really vivid, as if he was there. ”

The middle-aged man of about forty was dressed in a gray robe and held a goose feather fan. Hearing the white-haired old man's inquiry, he smiled and said, "This person is just a mouthful, as long as he talks lively." What is the truth, how can he know?"

Suddenly, a person on the second floor asked in a loud voice: "Mr. Shui, you said that this Nangong Weiman came out on top, is he the number one today?"

Shui Moyun patted the folding fan in his hand: "This Nangong Weiman's martial arts are naturally superb. But if you talk about being the first in the world, I'm afraid it's not qualified. ”

"Then who is the best in the world in martial arts today?" another man in the crowd shouted.

Shui Moyun pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Since the fall of the generation of Jie Helian Qingtian, the number one in the world has been vacant for many years. Today, if you talk about swordsmanship, you should be the sword god Ximen Kuanghui of the Folding Sword Villa, which is unparalleled in the world; The Dawei Demon and the Ghost Daoist have disappeared for many years, and the internal skills of the two are equally exquisite. It's a pity that the two have never competed who is higher and who is lower, so I don't know who is the first in the world. ”